"When she does it will be immense. Because of him."
"Possibly. She hasn't married him."
"After all, George, if it comes to that, you're married too."
"Yes. But I married a woman who can't do me any harm."
"Could anybody."
She stood still there, on the terrace, fronting him with the scorn of her question.
He did not answer her at first. His face changed and was silent as his thought. As they paced up and down again he spoke.
"I don't mind, Jinny; if you're happy; if you're really content."
"You see that I am."
Her voice throbbed. He caught the pure, the virginal tremor, and knew it for the vibration of her soul. It stirred in him a subtle, unaccountable pang.